Female Domination Toilet Slavery

Female Domination Toilet Slavery
This is a tale loosely based on my relationship with my ex
girlfriend, with plenty of fantasy added in.
The main contents included of course feet, stinky sweaty feet that is,
also domination, humiliation, slavery and also a lot of giantess (gts) aspects. So if GTS is not your thing, give the story a
chance and see what you think. Trust me I was not into the whole GTS thing when I first got into the foot fetish community but it kind of just came long with time......

All POSITIVE feedback is greatly appreciated. I'm noting right now this has a lot of GTS content so if that is not your thing please don't inform me about it. You’d be surprised how far some positive
feedback can do to an author on one of these boards. It takes time and effort for the authors here
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My Enslavement to My
Ex-Girlfriend, the Witch

Her name was Dee and mine
is Rick. We met right after I graduated
college. I stayed in the town my college
was in after graduation and she was finishing up her final year. We met a few times at a bar we both liked to
frequent. Long story, short, we met a
few times and everytime we talked we hit it off. She actually pursued me though. She texted me one day and said she wanted to
see my new place (I recently moved to a new Apt in the area). So she came over. That first date turned into many and there we
stemmed a relationship.

Dee was about 5’7”, slim
but had nice curves, she had blonde hair but had a long streak of it dyed black
which she ALWAYS got compliments on. She
had fair skin, was of polish descent mainly.
Her feet were a size 8 in womens.
So a nice size. She almost never
wore socks, just didn’t like them. She
wore sandals, flats, basically anything but without socks which I loved. As the few months of the relationship
progressed I was open with her about my foot fetish and she was totally cool
about it. She would let me sniff her
feet and even go out of her way to get them as stinky as possible, a good
girlfriend she was. As time went by she
caught onto how I was into the domination aspect and soon our sexual encounters
often times occurred with her talking dirty to me, telling me how I was just
her slave, only there to serve her and make her life better, to lick the filth
off her feet etc. All I can say is BOING. Yes we had good sex. (I swear up until this point everything is
100% true). She’s not the first gf I had
that indulged in my foot fetish.

There was a point in the relationship that while she was
dominating me , I saw a gleam in her eye, something changed. She knew when I was under her feet I was
absolutely helpless. All those things
she would say to me about me being her slave and being nothing more than a
worthless slave lucky enough to lick the toejam out between her toes after she
had her nasty black flats on all day, well, I realized it was becoming more
than a fantasy and were starting to become , true??  I soon realized that Dee
had a special gift as she put it, but almost never used it. She could shrink
people. Not just shrink people but
transform them into whatever object she desired.  Pretty soon any small fight we had turned
into me being shrunken down by or her transformed into some inanimate object to
be used at her mercy. At first we would
both fantasize about this while having sex but let me tell you being shrunken
down to an inch or serving as an insole in a stinky, grimy black flat all day,
really gets old, quick. It’s a good
fantasy but that’s about it. I served
many a days serving as her tiny little prisoner. One day I was honestly scared and told her
that I love her but I think we should go our separate ways. She of course started bawling crying and had
no intention of ending our relationship or whatever the hell it had
become.  Dee
then shrunk me to 1 inch. I looked up at her in her bedroom, barely wading thru
her plush blue carpet, right in between her dirty old black flats. She was a true Goddess, prob the first time I
really ever appreciated her true power and size. She picked up one of those black flats. It blotted out any light in the room and I
was overcome in a dark shadow of her shoe.
She started to lower it on me and I truly thought she would kill me
right there, to be nothing more than a squashed red stain of blood and tiny
crushed to a pulp bones in her bedroom.
Dirt and debris that fell from the sole , fell on top of me. I was never so scared but erotically turned
on for some strange reason.

Dee spoke “I’m not going to
kill you. You are going to be my
slave. You are going to serve me in any
sick twisted torturous way I can think of, whether that is the insole of my
shoe, my toe ring, my toilet paper, my chewing gum, shrunken in a cage all day. It doesn’t matter, you are no longer human,
you are MY possession. It is best to
forget your old life, it is gone.”

I replied and pleaded for my life “Please , please don’t do
this. I can’t be reduced to this. This is no way to treat a human being!!! What
about my family???

Dee spoke again. “ As I said
, YOU ARE NO LONGER HUMAN!! HAHAHAHAA. You are NOTHING but my toejam now and
you better long to THANK me for the privilege of being my toejam. And if I sense any hesitation from you I will
not only torture you beyond your wildest dreams but I will also shrink your
family and they will be my little footslaves as well.”

This news drove sheer
terror down my spine. I was indeed
fucked. Fucked for life. If I even hesitated this all powerful,
sadistic woman would not just kill my family but torture and make them her
slaves. I could not let that
happen.

Dee “ I am going to make
you normal size temporarily . You will
have exactly 1 hour, to drive to your Apt and write a farewell note. A note to your family and friends that says
you are leaving and leaving for good and no matter what they will not be able
to find you. And it BETTER be
convincing. If you are not back in under
1 hour flat, your first slave duty will be to serve as my toilet paper!!!!

Now I do have a foot fetish but the idea of being turned
into toilet paper was horrific. I cried
the whole way to my apt knowing what my life had become. I thought about turning the wheel right off
the garden state parkway and ending it wall but I thought about my family and
knew what she would do to them. I did
what Dee said and arrived back at her house.

As soon as I got back, I saw Dee
had the same black flats on. They made
her feet especially foul. She shrunk me
back down to 1 inch in size instantly.
Little did I know this would be the final time I was shrunken down,
never to be granted back to my normal size.
Dee smiled that sadistic smile she had
somehow grown to wear so naturally. I
stood in between those nasty , scuffed up black flats. She popped them off and instantly that
reeking odor of her sweaty feet were all around me, practically choking
me. It was much different than when I
was normal size, at this size my eyes teared and I thought it would melt the
skin off my flesh. She completed
smothered me with them. Her feet felt
1000 degrees, and were soaking with vinegry cheesy sweat that burned my
eyes. She lifted them off me the placed
her feet on her heels so her soles were up and I was looking up at them. One thing about her flats, they produced
black specks of toejam. All the sweat and
dirt on her feet all day and formed this foul concoction of toe funk/dirt/jam ,
whatever you call it. It was truly foul
and disgusting. She instructed me to
take a piece from between her toes. It was
the size of a softball, squishy, black, and a spongy consistency.

She said” EAT IT!!!
Hahahahahhaha and lauged and laughed. I
cried, realizing how pathetic I had become, eating a girl’s toejam that used to
my girlfriend. I bit into toejam. It was by far the most foul tasting substance
I had every tasted. After I was done
with that piece she instructed me to eat more and more and more. I ate to the point that there was literally
no more room in my stomach. She lauged
as I layed there looking like a beach whale, my stomach full of her poisonous
toejam. I didn’t even make a dent. Her feet were still covered with the
toejam. She just put her flats back on
and lifted me to her face.

Dee “you couldn’t even do
your first job of eating my toejam correctly, you’re so fucking pathetic. I’m
going to enjoy making your life a living hell.
Now onto where you will spend most of your life.

I saw on her desk was a little garble cage. She opened the little door and placed me
inside. It was bare in there besides 2
tiny little bowls. I found, one for food
and one for water (if you call it that.)
As soon as I was tucked away in
there Dee looked down at me. And said oh let
me give you your daily dinner, pulled off her flats and pulled out the biggest
wad of toejam she could find and put it in my dinner bowl, then put her flats
back on, told me to enjoy my new life , turned out the light and left the
room. I was left there all alone, laying
defeated on a hard steel floor of a gerble cage. With my only dinner being the toejam that I
had torturously eaten the past 2 hours to the point of exhaustion.

A week went by. I was
very malnutrioned but I realized I would get used to it.

Dee
told me “for now on all you will eat is my waste. My toejam, toenails, spit, snot, dead skin, lanced blisters and calluses from
her feet, dirt under her toenails will be your
only food.”

More weeks went by that turned into months. Dee was
defeating me. I served many times inside
her black flats, all day long, suffocating and merely over heating to death,
drowing in her acidic sweat.  I served
as her toe ring, in between her toes as a piece of toe jam, the insole to
almost every pair of shoes she owned, although she mainly wore that putrid
black flats. I served as an insole to
her girlfriends sometimes. Her friend
Samantha that was a good friend of mine came over the house one day. Samantha always joked around with Dee about how bad her feet smelled sometimes and they
would both laugh and argue saying whose is worse. Well that day Dee
turned me into the insole of Samantha’s closed toe wedge shoes. Samantha had long toes and pale feet but she
was very beautiful. I remember her
asking Dee about me while I was her insole.

Samantha said “ So have you ever heard from Rick again? So
crazy that he just left like that. I
mean maybe something was up, maybe something we all don’t know”

Dee “ nope haven’t heard
from him at all. I think he’s just a
coward. To just get up and leave your
family like that? It’s so selfish. I
have feeling he’s getting exactly what he deserves.” (with that sadistic smile
on her face, of course not noticed by Samantha.)

Samantha “Yea you’re right, his poor family. I hope he is getting what he deserves for
just abandoning them like that, his poor mother!!! Eeeek these shoes make my feet sweat sooo bad
and I have a TON of errands still yet to run today! I won’t be able to get home
to clean my feet until late tonight. Ok
I better get outta here. I’ll talk to
you later.”

As I laid there as Samantha’s insole I cried, well if an
insole had tear ducts then I would have cried.
It completely broke my spirit and drove me to the deepest depression
ever imaginable to hear the girls talk about me while I was reduced to nothing
more than an insole. Dee
was right, I really was nothing. In fact
I was lower than nothing. I served the
rest of the day soaking up Samantha’s pungent sweat. It must have reached 1000 degrees inside that
show and the amount of foot funk building up just got worse and worse, all of
which somehow went right down my insole throat.

The next morning I woke up inside Dee’s
cage. I must have instantly appeared
there after Samantha took off her smelly shoes and put them inside her
closet. Dee
woke up out of bed and looked at me.

Dee “ Awwwwwwww poor lil
slave, are you hungry?”

I was afraid to reply but yes I was hungry. I wanted real food. Forget a steak, a biscuit, a cracker, crumbs,
anything beside toejam or waste I would have killed for.

Dee “ Well I better get you
some dinner.”

And with that she put her foot over the garbage can in her
room and proceeded to cut her toenails.
As she cut them they fell into the bottom of her small garbage can. After she was done she reached into the
garbage can and pulled out the clippings she could find. She put them in my cage and said enjoy my
dinner, they better be all gone by time I come home tonight.

I knew better than to NOT do exactly what she said. As hard as it was I at every single
millimeter of her toenail clippings.
Some of the clippings had a good amount of toe cheese/jam accumulated
underneath them. I realized this is
where most of the nutrition I would get would come from. I then fell into a deep dark state of
despair, realizing what I had just said to myself, being happy that her toenail
clippings had toe cheese on them. Everyday
of my life was a deep dark depressing day with it’s only goal to make my true
master and owner happy.

When Dee came home it was
already nightfall. It also broke my
heart when I thought about how she was out everyday, seeing the world, having
interactions with people, hugging her family, feeling the warm sun on her skin,
having freedom. While I was restricted
to nothing but a slave, stuck in a tiny cage in her room, feasting on her
disgusting grimy, toejam filled toenails.
What about my family?? My friends? My dog?? I’d never see any of them again. I hated myself for what I had become. I tried to hate Dee
too but for some reason I couldn’t…..

Dee pulled me out of the
cage and placed me on the floor. She
slipped off those dreadful black flats that I have grown to know all too
intimately. The smell today was
especially foul. Her feet were covered
in sweat and debris, and toejam, dirt all from being in those flats all day
barefoot. Those flats should have been
thrown out months out, shit, years ago, but she loved exposing me to her foot
stink. Dee sat on her bed and raised the grimy
sole of one foot , hovering it above me.
I looked up.

Dee said “ I want you to
thank me. THANK ME for shrinking you down and making you my slave. THANK ME for
taking your family and your life away from you. Most importantly THANK ME for
allowing you to serve me my feet every single day of your worthless life and
letting you eat my toejam and toenails, THANK ME for being worn and humiliated
almost to death inside my horrific putrid flats, THANK ME for making you live
in a cage . Tell me how you are not
worthy and I am the one that has made all your dreams come true”

I thought my first reaction would be to want to drive a
stake through this evil witch’s black heart but surprisingly that was not the
case. Something different washed over
me. I suddenly looked up, helpless, at my tormentor’s soles hovering over my
helpless body, grimy, covered in sweat and toejam and all, with pure
gratitude. I realized at this point
I…I…I was…thankful. How could this be?
But I was . I realized her feet were the
reason I was put on this her, that I was only meant to serve this Goddess.

I replied as pathetic sounding as I looked “Yes Goddess
Dee. You are so so right. Thank you so much for allowing me the
privilege to serve and worship your truly amazing feet. I am not worthy of the life you have given
me. I am lucky to be able to be your
slave , it is privilege to eat your amazing toejam. I would have it no other way than to spend
all my time a shrunken prisoner in a cage in your room. My only purpose in life is to make your life
better at the expense of mine. You are
everything and I am nothing. Please
Please Please let me stay here and serve you the rest of my life. My old life was foolish and means nothing to
me. My family means nothing to me, you
are EVERYTHING. “

As I finished my statement I cried. Not because I was sad but because I knew it
was true. Somehow Dee
had defeated me to the point that I truly enjoyed being her slave. I only wanted to service those terrible
smelling, grimy, dirty, reeking feet of hers.

Dee smiled down at me and
said “you are FUCKING PATHETIC!!! I have
shrunken you down for the past year of your life, taken you away from your
family – the only people who have known and loved you, you eat off my waste,
you live in a fucking cage, I torture you daily, put you in my shoes, make you
drink my spit, trample you underfoot, degrade and humiliate you, I couldn’t care less about you. To me you are
NOTHING, you hear NOTHING!!!!! A speck
of dirt that is lower than my toejam. And you still love me and want to serve
me?

I replied “ Yes, forever.”

Dee had that sadistic smile
form across her face, all of which has become so natural. She knew she had broken me.

Dee “ Well I am taking a trip to Africa
for a few months. I’d rather not take
you over there with me. I’m getting tired of looking at your fucking ugly
face. You’re going to be staying with my
Aunt Ellen. She’ll keep you busy for
sure hahahaha, you’ve seen her feet , they def need some work. In fact I may shrink down your mother and
give her to Aunt Ellen as a gift hahhahahaha.
Oh I’d love that sight your poor mother shrunken down , serving the old,
rough feet of my Aunt Ellen HAHAHAHHA.
Better make sure she fully chews all those calluses!!!

Dee put me back in my cage
and I contemplated how I would live without her the next few months. Would she really be that sadistic to shrink
my mother down too?? What could I even
do to stop her???? I sat and wondered what would my fate be at the feet of her
Aunt Helen……

I have an idea for a next Chapter so depending on what kind of feedback I get will determine if I will write it or not. Thanks for reading guys.

Great story! If she's a which maybe she could make a few clones of herself to make it even more humiliating. That would be crazy awesome!
some pics of her feet to go along with the story

This story is fantastic...I'm normally not too into the shrinking thing, but I gave it a shot and I'm glad I did. The toejam and toenail eating is really, really hot!
Thank you Systematic!!! I appreciate you giving GTS (shrinking) a try. I mean where would mankind be if we didn't give new things a try?? Haha. Thanks for reading. I have ideas for a next part, I'm debating continuing.
Saw you gave this a post over at Mistress Destiny as well...right on! All I can say is that I hope you get enough responses to inspire you to write the next part...if it's half as disgusting and degrading as the first one, I'm gonna love it.
Loves this story it was amazing, pleasee write a next chapter
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